Muttoned

Yes, I got muttoned this morning.

The Frostwoman decided that it was time I got on national radio, and sms-ed the Muttons in the Morning, Justin and Vernon A, and asked for them to wake me up.

So they did, posing as the Marketing Director from the company I sent my resume into, Vernon was the one to mangle me with words. I of course thought that it was a real interview and thus, I had to do what ever I needed to. It’s usually the case, like being somebody’s bitch during the interview and stuff. So, I sang. Now on hindsight I should have guessed, which freaking Marketing Director would ask me to sing.

Uncle Mutton.

Craps.

And it was recorded, and played on the radio minutes later.

I’ll get you back Frostwoman.

My First Purchase of the New Year

My lovely new 500 pc clay chip set.

Freak Post

Okay, Frostwoman tagged me to do this.

Instructions: Each player of this game starts off by giving 6 weird things about themselves. People who get tagged need to write in a blog of their own 6 weird things as well as state the rules clearly. In the end, you need to choose 6 people to be tagged and list their names. After you do that, leave them each a comment letting them know you tagged them and to read your blog.

1. If a food is dry, better keep it friggin dry. Don’t friggin put liquid or whatever on it. And that includes plain rice. It better be dry.

2. I sleep almost immediately at night when I’m lying on my right.

3. I eat chicken skin, pork trotters/ knuckles, pig stomach. It’s weird considering my age.

4. I love to be alone. Yes, Frostman likes to be alone.

5. New one. I cannot wear red underwear when I gamble. It is not for me.

New Look for the New Year

Check this out. Nothing much but this does give it a Mac feel don’t ya’all think?

Happy 2007, Happy Chinese New Year and Happy Pig Year all you Frosties.

Valentine’s Day

What a tiring day, in a good way of course.

After morning and noon classes, went to Cold Storage to get the groceries to make the biggest picnic I’ve done.

1. Chicken mayo baguette
2. Bratwurst with sliced potatoes
3. Ribena with Sprite

And on to finishing up the hand made bouquet of flowers, since Frostwoman loves handmade stuff. Wrecked my brains on how to make it look good, but it’s actually fundamentally aluminium foil and tissue paper.

Finally, making sure and also not making sure the price tag on her brand new organizer is off. Craps, Kinokuniya throws lots of price tags if you noticed. So please be extra careful if you ever buy stuff to give from there.

Hope you loved it. Happy Valentine’s babe!

Poked

Since December, my new interest in gambling has been Poker. Here’s my top 3 to date, as far as I can remember:

3. Pocket Aces. Re- raised a Pre- Flop only to let Aaron call me all in on the Flop. Final output, Aces Quadruples.

2. Pocket Jacks. Flop came 7, 7, 6. Checks all around, and a 10 on the river, and a blank on the turn. Roger betted big on the turn and I just couldn’t give up a good read. He didn’t have a 7 nor 6. Re-raised him and made him make a big decision. Won the pot with my hand, he had Ace high.

1. King and Queen suited. Flop came Q, Q, 10. Checked and passed on to Adrian. He betted I called. Turn came a blank, and a King on the turn. Sucked Adrian in to win his King and 10 pairs. Full house dudes.

Now, I need to complete my hands, I’m missing a Royal Flush. Please, let my Royal Flush hit a big pot too.

Poker Face

My new addiction.

Texas Hold- Em Poker.

Now, my new gambling addiction to be exact. I still love mahjong, really. But poker, poker is dynamic, and very much more within your means to win any games. You need a good hand to win at mahjong, you may not need the great hand to win at poker.

I need to get my own chip set now. Haha!

Next stop…

Now I’m back after so long eh? Well, the new term is really changing fast, and I’m into week 7 out of 15 already.

That’s like friggin fast.

But can you believe it? The Frostwoman wrote this on her blog last year, but now I’m feeling it too.

In detail:

Studying since the age of 7. Qifa Primary School. 6 years of primary education.

Then onto Tanglin Secondary School, at 13, for 4 years of secondary education.

Then onto St. Andrew’s Junior College, at 17, for 2 years of tertiary education.

Then spending another 2 and a half years in the army, for 2 and a half years of military and national education. I call it education, in a good way. If I wanted to be evil, it would have been a waste of time.

Now, in Singapore Management University, for 4 years of bachelor education.

That’s 18 and a half years of formal education.

18 and a half. Can you friggin believe it? And now, it is ending! I remembered when I was in primary school, I would panic on Sunday nights, because I didn’t study for spelling tests on Monday (seriously, who gives spelling tests on Mondays!). That was one of the reasons I wished I just grew up and had no tests and exams. It was gruelling.

Secondary school was probably one of my better times. Being in the National Cadet Corps made me think how cool it would have been in the Army, being a soldier. Great friends were made then, who have become even better friends now.

Junior college sucked big time. 2 years going past so fast, not to mention a bad stint at Jurong Junior College, and very very very shallow friendships developed. Trust me, many aren’t really worth the time. I actually wondered now, why was a heartlanded secondary schoolboy, going to attend junior college, and make friends with kids from other, well, more “higher- class” schools. You got to admit, the education situations and exposure levels are very much different.

National service was 2 and a half years of time wasting. Living with skivers, back- stabbers, suck- upers, fakers, you name it, we’ll see it in the Army. The time there really made me look at life differently. It wasn’t pretty.

Now in university, I get to see girls who are skivers, back- stabbers, suck- upers, fakers, and all, because you can’t really see girls of that calibre in the Army. But then again, I’ve gotten a great time here, not through the administration and exams, but the friends here. JetLaXX happened here. Windsurfing and the Frostwoman happened here. One of the best times, really.

And the other education came from my parents and grandparents. It’s funny how they hit you and scolded you when you were young, you hated them to the core in the past, yet today, everything made sense. It’s sad when you discover that truth, and it’s worst when you know there’s so much more you could have done.

So now, at 25 years old soon to be, I’m done. It’s done. 18 years of ups and downs, things I’m going to tell my kids, and their kids, just like how my Dad told me his.

Next stop… Well, I don’t know yet.

Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year

Merry Christmas, and a Happy New Year all my Frosties.

And what to come but my final term in university. 20 years of school: nursery, kindergarten, primary, secondary, JC, university and also another additional two and a half years of national education, giving it a whopping 22.5 years of studying.

And it all zoomed past almost like lightning.

Oh well, here’s to a new year, and here’s to a more updated Life of the Frostman.

jo the hacker!

i’m at roy’s place now.. =) hello world!!!

p.s.: roy, you can delete this if you want. haha.